I was told I had cancer four different times between the ages of 11 and 21. They were wrong but by that time, I was shy a few body parts. When I was 18 I was diagnosed with an incurable condition nobody’d ever heard of and told I’d be immobile and in excruciating pain for the rest of my life. I got through college unable to hold a pen, with two degrees, depression, and a sack full of neverending prescriptions.
When I was 22, I finally stopped listening.
When I was twenty-seven, I was correctly diagnosed with metastatic thyroid cancer and told I might lose my voice. I decided not to listen then either. And I beat it. And those are just the highlights.
So, yeah, I’m gonna post me randomly pulling off hurdler’s pose on both sides on a Tuesday morning when I didn’t expect it and birds are singing and the sun is shining because it felt good, it feels good, and sometimes the best thing you can do is to stop listening to the crap people are selling about what is best for you because a lot of times, they’re wrong.